Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Belize and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Jesper Dahlbäck to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Index. All the underground hits.
All Yaz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronnie Foster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sexual Harrassment record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pagans,
the Germs,
Kaleidoscope,
A Certain Ratio,
Tropical Tobacco,
Amazonics,
Yusef Lateef,
Television Personalities,
The Red Krayola,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Mary Jane Girls,
Soft Cell,
Jeff Mills,
Au Pairs,
the Bar-Kays,
Liliput,
Andrew Hill,
The Golliwogs,
Joyce Sims,
China Crisis,
Marcia Griffiths,
Chris & Cosey,
Rakim,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Henry Cow,
Excepter,
The Shadows of Knight,
Junior Murvin,
Fad Gadget,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gil Scott Heron,
Erykah Badu,
The Pop Group,
Altered Images,
MDC,
The Mojo Men,
The Blues Magoos,
Newcleus,
Wolf Eyes,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Silicon Teens,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Faust,
Audionom,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lebanon Hanover,
Josef K,
Rhythm & Sound,
Pere Ubu,
Basic Channel,
Pylon,
Lakeside,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Black Flag,
Arcadia,
Severed Heads,
Gang Starr,
The Skatalites,
Pole,
Sound Behaviour,
Blancmange,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.